Luyện nghe bài hát Complexion (A Zulu Love)

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all feels the (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the sun
Give a fuck your complexion, I know what the Germans done
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field
I made a flower for you outta cotton to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you know I'm ten down
Even if master listenin', your ears, he 'bout to mention

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a love)
(two-step)
It all the same (it's a Zulu love)

Dark as the hour, I'm bright as the mornin' Sun
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama run
(dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field
I made a flower for you outta just to chill with you
You know I'd go the distance, you I'm ten toes down
Even if master's listenin', I got the attention
So say somethin' that's vital and critical for survival
Of mankind, if he lyin', color should never
Beauty is what you it, I used to be so mistaken
By different shades of
Then wit me, "You're womanless, women love the creation"
It all came from God then you was my
I came to where you
And looked to see more sights for sore eyes
Let the Willie Lynch theory reverse a million times

(two-step)
Complexion don't mean a (it's a Zulu love)
(two-step)
It all feels the (it's a Zulu love)

You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You like it, I it
You it, I love it
You like it, I it
You like it, I it
You it, I love it

Let me talk my Stu Scott, me on my 2pac
your head up, when did you stop? Love and die
Color of skin, color of your eyes
That's the real blues, baby, like you met baby
You me away, you think more beauty in blue green and grey
All my Solomon up north, 12 a slave
12 of age, thinkin' my shade too dark
I myself, I no longer need Cupid
And my dark side like a young George Lucas
Light don't you smart, bein' dark don't make you stupid
And frame of mind for bustas, ain't talkin' "Woohah!"
Need a paradox for the of dots they tutored
Like two ties, L-L, you lose two
If you don't see you in your complexion
It ain't to put it in context
Find the air beneath the kite, the context
Yeah, baby, I'm conscious, ain't no
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been
Ain't no stress, boos wanna be
I ain't Jay, I ain't talkin' Bey
I'm talkin' days we got school movie screens
And spike yourself
The new James gon' be black as me
Black as brown, hazelnut, cinnamon, tea
And it's all to me
Call your brothers magnificent, all the sisters queens
We all on the same team, and pirus, no colors ain't a thing

Barefoot babies no cares
gun toters that don't play fair, should I get out the car?
I don't see Compton, I see something worse
The land of the landmines, the hell that's on